It's weird the things one remembers. I have a number of memories in which nothing particularly memorable happened throughout the years.
For example, I remember one particularly boring Saturday around 1995 or 1996. It was a cloudy day, but one of those cloudy days in which the sky is a little pink and everything else has a yellow hue to it. It has just drizzled a bit because the asphalt was slightly wet, and I was riding my bike around the neighborhood, thinking it was a really boring day. That's all there is to it.
Memories like this occasionally sprout up, and I wonder why my brain holds onto these.